My Identity vs. School
“Where are you from?” “Oh I live in Bayonne, New Jersey” “No, but where are you really from?” “Oh! You mean where I was born! I was born in Brooklyn, New York.” “No no. Where are you really really from?” This is a question I have heard on many occasions. I am a Muslim Pakistani American. I was born and raised here but ethnically I am from Pakistan, as my parents were brought up there. I wear a hijab (a headscarf Muslim women wear for modesty). People look at me and automatically assume the following things: I only speak Arabic, I have a heavy Arab accent, I am from Egypt, I am new to the United States, and that I am oppressed. Not a single one of these assumptions about me are true. I do not speak Arabic, although I can partially understand one dialect and I do not have an Arab accent either. My parents are from Pakistan, which is relatively far from Egypt and spending my entire life in the United States certainly contradicts the argument that I am new here. And lastly, I am not opp